Leaning upon My Father’s Arm

Leaning up­on my Fa­ther’s arm

I am se­cure from ill and harm;

Here I abide in per­fect peace

And know life’s pur­est hap­pi­ness.

And so I lean and find in Him re­pose;

To those near Him He won­drous grace be­stows.

Here sweet­est

pur­est joys abound

Here per­fect peace and rest are found;

Here filled with Je­sus’ pre­cious love

I taste the bliss of Heav’n ab­ove.

Leaning up­on my Fa­ther’s arm

No cru­el foe can me alarm;

He whis­pers gent­ly

Thou art Mine

And folds me in His love di­vine.

O this is per­fect bless­èd­ness!

O this is grace and won­drous peace

To lean up­on the Fa­ther’s arm

And feel se­cure from ill and harm.